I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
You could say he was the one to push you to the utmost max.
He started things, yes, he laid down the tracks.
You both were the actors, but he read you the acts,
You rehearsed, you cursed, verse by verse, can’t turn back.
Intoxicated to mental death,
The hands of passion around your neck,
Trying what’s worse, but doing what’s best.
The second chapter to prelude the rest.
And tonight you’re whimpering, but tomorrow you’ll be cryin’.
You won’t get your fairytale so you might as well stop tryin’.
This is where your head lifted to the clouds and you started flyin’.
This is where they started using you but you kept on smilin’.
And you’re reaching out to get your fill.
You said you won’t, but you know you will.
Most times you’re well, but you’re dirty, you’re ill,
So lay back, push it back, you got that fill.
And next is when that guilt started to pursue,
And now is when you forgot what you said you wouldn’t do,
And how the hell did you end up crying at that reflection of you?
And why don’t these fresh tears even feel so new?
So you started over, Queen, you rebuilt your own kingdom.
You gave up on minimalism, you added more and then some.
Nothing holding you back anymore, “I’m just having fun.”
But instead of frolicking through the flowers, you started to run.
You told yourself you found your haven.
Comfortably vibrant, comfortably numb, visions started trailin’.
You represented yourself in different ways than
The one representation you wanted to parade in.
So what happened next is what happens when you never let yourself let go.
So what you heard next is what you never let yourself face, no.
“I think you’re doing this because you’re looking for something more,” he let you know.
So close your eyes and realize your lies are what mask your ego.
But it was impossible to suppress the id you tried to store away.
Closing in, this is what you realized today:
You can’t collect yourself if all your morals go astray,
You can’t speak the truth if false actions get in the way.
You can’t show them the angels if the devil is all they see,
You can’t stay on the ground when you want to break free,
You give yourself to others before you make your own self happy.
Start letting the angels fly, silly devil, because “you” is me.
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